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When I see a flower,
It’s  your  beauty that I see.

A beauty so deep and vibrant,
That’s how you will always be.

A beauty so pure and natural,
Unseen by the by the naked eye.

A beauty that is so endless,
Just like a dark moonlit sky.

A beauty that is unspoken,
Every where you go.

Just like a bud on a flower,
Your beauty  continues to grow.

I’m blessed to have seen that beauty,
Blessed you are a friend.

Your beauty will always be remembered,
Even when this life does end.

LIVE
LOVE
HOPE

WRITTEN BY
RICHARD B SHICK
Dedicated to my friend Kate Jankovsky-Weidenbenner
just as flowers grow
to reach the sun
so will i grow
to reach you
-k.j.c
6.17.18
I'm just a bookmark
In the story of your life.
One that you won't necessarily forget,
But one that will end up getting lost on the pavement and trampled.
I'm not even a chapter in your life.
I'm not a part of your story at all.
I'm just merely
a bookmark.
If it’s space you want
Then I’ll give you an oceans worth
I’ll drink away the memories we made
And smoke away
My mistakes
I’m not blameless in all of this
But when push comes to shove
It’s a hell of a lot easier to hate myself
Than you
It always has been.
My heart syncs with the ticking clock
You stepped through, our eyes locked
Eyebrows raised, a signal gave and
all time stopped.

Help!
Call an ambulance!

Thank you for saving my life
For if you haven't called
9-1-1
I would of died.
For I eat too much
processed food!
Just an attempt at humor :)

sun bestowed, sparkling
lies infused
where legs used to be

 Jun 2018 Adam Latham
Marty
Passion
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Marty
Darkened room
Dimly lit candle
Flickering to the beat
The beat of the nights love

Gentle soft breathe
Pulled passionately
Softly
Across the neck

Tingling touch
Upon the hips
Shivers down the spine
Uncontrollable twitches

Joined,
Deeply,
Sweating and moaning
Breathing as one.

Painful pleasure
Locks pulled so tight.
Gentle ecstasy
Mmmmmm

Reaching for…….
Again shes gone
Empty arms
Love is dead..
Night after night you dream of someone in your arms only to feel the loneliness of hugging pillows and air.
 Jun 2018 Adam Latham
ali
my mom turned out the light
and took away my book.
"no more stories, it's time to focus on your own,"
she scolded,
shaking her head with disappointment.
the door slammed shut quietly
as i sat trying to adjust to the suffocating darkness
when the window creaked open
and in you came with a candle of your own,
along with a blank book
with only one sentence-

"let's write our own- no limits."
 Jun 2018 Adam Latham
Alex B
There is no heartbreak
Like the one that comes
With losing yourself
 Jun 2018 Adam Latham
Shaelyn
 Jun 2018 Adam Latham
Shaelyn
your fingertips
grace my skin
like spring breeze
over dandelions
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